Chapter 40: Night Patrol in Embroidered Uniforms

Mo Shu and Wang Yining had reconciled! Just as when they first fell in love, their relationship was still brimming with passion and attraction, but now there was a deeper trust and resolve between them.

Wang Yu was overjoyed. The Stellar Racing Team seemed to have regained its former vitality. Though they were missing Uncle Zhang Aimin, at least their collective spirit had not been crushed by temporary disappointment—they were still moving forward, step by step.

Yet things were not as simple as Wang Yu hoped.

With only a week left until the final stop of the GTCC 2017 season at Qingcheng, something erupted online.

The “Hengxing Group Acquisition Case” began to ferment, spreading wildly across major social media platforms.

Anyone with a bit of sense could see that the “Stellar Group Acquisition Case” had more than one mastermind behind it.

Most of the public opinion had turned entirely against Stellar Group. Not only did some verified influencers post statements, but even the comments from ordinary users showed a clear bias.

“Stellar Racing Team is shameless! Boss Zhang Aimin should resign!”

“I support the Kunsheng Racing Team! Hurry up and buy out that trash Stellar team, kick out the scumbag Mo Shu!”

“Hats off to Black Mirror! +1”

“Hats off to Black Mirror! +50”

“Hats off to Black Mirror! +2500”

“Boycott illegal fundraising! Give us a clean racetrack!”

“That’s right! Let them know Kunsheng Racing Team is the true leader of GTCC, the real industry heavyweight!”

The online slander and abuse had devolved into chaos. There were indeed voices supporting Stellar Racing Team, but compared to the organized, disciplined army of public opinion orchestrated by their opponents, Stellar’s supporters were clearly outnumbered and overpowered.

Unexpectedly, Black Mirror was shameless enough to join in. Seeing the momentum overwhelmingly in their favor, this “car fanatic” who rarely appeared online jumped into the fray, fueling the Kunsheng Racing Team’s attack!

“Hehehe, thank you all for your support. I, Black Mirror, kneel before you! The people see the truth clearly. We will not betray the trust and expectations of our racing fans. At Qingcheng, we’ll give it our all. The 2017 GTCC championship is ours for the taking!”

Watching Stellar Racing Team besieged on all sides, Black Mirror dared to boast so wildly. He didn’t bother counting how many times he had lost to Mo Shu.

Moreover, he’d heard that Mo Shu, due to a crack in his relationship, had sunk into despair. The reason he held back this inside information until just before the final race was to inflict maximum psychological damage and gain the upper hand in morale.

Since noon, Wang Yu had been glued to his computer, refreshing the screen, rallying friends to counter these discordant voices—but his efforts were nearly futile.

On the other hand, he desperately wanted to keep Mo Shu and Wang Yining from learning about these developments, so as not to disrupt their intense preparations.

“What are you looking at?” Mo Shu appeared, half smiling, startling Wang Yu, who was so absorbed in the screen he hadn’t noticed Mo Shu enter the room.

“Uh… I’m researching how to tune the car for the Qingcheng track,” Wang Yu replied, feeling guilty.

“Heh, instead of wasting time on those trolls, why not join us for a fine meal?” Mo Shu said with a gentle smile.

Wang Yu had expected it wouldn’t be easy to keep this under wraps. It was hardly the stone age; Mo Shu had a phone, and all those social media apps installed. Even if he didn’t, surely his family and friends would hear about it. Such a massive online assault was bound to reach Mo Shu’s ears.

“I didn’t expect you to see it so soon,” Wang Yu said, a bit embarrassed, since some of the attacks included vulgar and malicious rumors about Mo Shu and Wang Yining’s relationship.

“Hmph, why bother? Come on, let’s eat while we can! Once formal preparations start next week, I can’t indulge anymore,” Mo Shu’s calmness unsettled Wang Yu.

“Alright, your treat!” Wang Yu decided not to worry. Next week, they would let their performance speak for itself—then these rumors and slanders would naturally fall apart.

Yet once again, Wang Yu underestimated the situation.

Ever since Mo Shu entered the racing world, Black Mirror and the entire Kunsheng Racing Team had never stopped targeting him. Whether it was attempted on-track conflict or depraved online attacks, Kunsheng Racing Team would stoop to anything.

This time, Black Mirror and his crew had even dragged Wang Yining, Mo Shu’s closest companion, into the fray, finally striking at Mo Shu’s Achilles’ heel.

Usually, Mo Shu would never let the beloved Miss Wang suffer the slightest grievance, so how could he tolerate others humiliating his cherished one?

As the three enjoyed their dinner together, a miracle occurred—one that no one could have anticipated!

A pair of articles titled “Kunsheng Group and the Truth Behind Weiermin” and “Let’s Talk About Weiermin” appeared, almost magically, in a corner of the internet, and then rapidly shot to the top of hot search lists across all major platforms.

With concise writing and flowing narrative, the articles laid bare the fact that Weiermin controlled several major financial groups and had secretly supported Kunsheng Group’s malicious attempt to acquire Stellar Group.

True, some passages were exaggerated or dramatized, but compared to Kunsheng Group’s slander and defamation, these articles were far more objective and truthful.

Even more astonishing, a grassroots organization called “Stellar Racing Team Supporters” sprang up at the same time the articles went live.

Their leader went by the online name “Night Patrol in Brocade.”

“Night Patrol in Brocade” tagged everyone under the articles, commenting, “Brothers, flatten these disgusting enemies for me!”

In an instant, tens of thousands—possibly millions—of netizens launched a sweeping counterattack.

Not only were these two articles inundated, but even the previous posts slandering Stellar Group were now dominated by the “Stellar Racing Team Supporters”!

The tide online suddenly shifted. Voices supporting Stellar Racing Team flooded the screens.

“Don’t believe Kunsheng Racing Team’s nonsense—they’re the real villains!”

“Kunsheng Racing Team lacks skill, so they hire outsiders to destroy the hope of Chinese racing!”

“I love Stellar Racing Team, pure and simple!”

Some were even more extreme.

“If Stellar Racing Team doesn’t win the championship, I’ll livestream eating… well, you know!”

“If you dare to eat, I’ll livestream cooking for you!”

“Support!”

“Same here!”

It was a raucous scene!

In the end, no one could tell whether they were supporting Stellar Racing Team or Stellar Bunny!

Over 800,000 shares, 3 million comments, 5 million likes—in less than two hours, the numbers for these two articles became “earth-shattering and soul-stirring!”

The “Stellar Racing Team Supporters” had pulled off another online miracle!

And the voices opposing Stellar Racing Team, whether unable to keep up with the comments or stunned by this sudden onslaught, had fallen eerily silent.

When Wang Yu finished dinner, went home, lay in bed, and opened his phone with a hint of melancholy, his jaw nearly hit the floor in shock!

Where had these fierce supporters come from? Who was “Night Patrol in Brocade”?

The impact of this single meal was hundreds of times greater than his afternoon’s efforts to rally support!

Could this be Mo Shu’s doing?

Yes! It must be him!

Mo Shu’s calm demeanor while inviting him to dinner flashed vividly through Wang Yu’s mind…